I walked into the door of the apartment before slamming it shut in warning. I tossed my keys in the bowl before roughly loosening my tie. I walked through the apartment, noticing how quiet it was, "Come out, come out where ever you are, little one."
I walked into the bedroom to see her sitting on the edge of the bed in the outfit she was teasing me in. Sending me provocative pictures all day wearing barely any clothes. Her legs were crossed showing off her smooth skin and giving me a hint of the skimpy thong that left nothing to the imagination. The lace top barely covered her hardening nipple as she leaned back on her hands, pushing them out.
I leaned against the door frame as I unbutton the cuffs of my dress shirt I wore to work today. As I rolled up the sleeves, my eyes never left her as she crossed her one leg over the other returning the stare. We stared at each other in uncomfortable silence, watching her slowly get nervous from my stare. Her body starts to squirm and she started to bite her lower lip, "Did you have fun today?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about, Sir," she smiles deviously as she tilts her head to the side. I gave her a little side smirk and shook my head as I pushed off the wall. I walk into the bedroom with my hands sliding into my pockets.
"So it was not you who flooded my phone with provocative pictures of herself in various positions and in various stages of undress. It was not you that tried to get me hard as a rock while I am trying to work?" I walked over towards the dresser that held the special toys I liked to use on her, "I think someone was feeling a little bratty today."
She gave a small smile as she watched me like a hawk. I opened the drawer as I pulled out a riding crop along with a few other toys. I walked over to the bed as she was leaning back. Using the riding crop, I placed the tip of it on her chin, forced her to look up at me. I watched her eyes slowly slide up to my face, "I will ask you again Brat, did you enjoy yourself as you were taking naughty pictures of yourself?"
I watched as she bit her lip again while staring me in the eyes. It was barely there, but I saw a hint of a shrug in her shoulders. I chuckle at her defiance as I ran the riding crop down to her chest. I let the tip slide along the right breast before I slide it over across the left breast, "On the bed Princess - hands and knees like a good girl. You can do that right?"
Pushing off the bed, I watch her as she makes a show of her getting up off the bed. She walks to the side, brushing against me. I had felt her hand slide along my length against my pants, making me hiss. She climbed up onto the bed before she got on her hands and knees looking over at me. She leaned down the top half of her body down onto the bed, forcing her ass up in the air. I smiled as I slide the riding crop against her spine to her ass slowly. With a flick of my wrist, I smacked her ass with the leather tip. She let out a small whimper and grip the sheet, but I was not satisfied enough.
I looked over at the assortment of toys that I had picked up from the dresser. I grabbed the rope and brought it over to her. Grabbing both of her hands and tying them up together, I expertly bound her to where they were not too tight nor could she break free of them. I picked up the riding crop and smacked her ass again with it, leaving a little sharp, enjoyable pain, "I will ask again Brat, did you enjoy yourself today? Enjoyed taking naughty pictures of yourself and sending them to me?"
I smacked her ass again and she tossed her head back again. She whimpered looking over at me. She nodded but she did not used her words, making me smack her ass again. She still would not budge on talking, so I knew I had to use more drastic measures. I went back over to the dresser and picked up the wand.
"Now, I think I will have to torture it out of you Brat. I am going to edge you until you scream for me."
Imagine a pair of orcs fighting over the right to breed you.
They’d competed for the right and ended in a draw, so that naturally meant the tiebreaker was held in your room… on your bed… inside you.
Now your pleasure were their weapons, your body the battlefield, your orgasm the reward.
To say you were enjoying it would be putting it mildly.
They were grunting and snarling at one another as they fucked you whatever way they could. Your mouth, breasts and pussy were their primary focus points, though by no means were they restricting themselves.
As you were panting and moaning as one of them (Krom) pumped in and out of you, he was sucking on your fingers and petting your breasts. The other (Morax) was fucking your mouth, forcing you to slurp and drool all over his thick schlong — not that you minded.
It merely aroused you even more.
But just as you were getting into it, starting to really enjoy yourself, Morax suddenly pulled back with a furious noise. “Enough — my turn,” he snarled at Krom, shoving the other orc away from you.
You gave a cry of protest as Krom’s slick cock was dislodged from you — only to moan and shudder when Morax took his place, lining up his own cock and sinking it into you.
The sound you made then could’ve brought a seasoned prostitute to blush.
Morax obviously enjoyed it, too; he shivered, then caught your hips in a tight grip and began pumping you. His thrusts weren’t as hard as you knew he could make them; no, he gave you long, deep dives that had your eyes rolling back in your head.
Not one to be denied, Krom barely waited a second, incensed at Morax’s interruption, before he settled beside you. Your face was tugged towards him and then his tongue invaded your mouth, giving you sloppy kisses with his surprisingly thick tongue.
Your hand absently went for his erection to stroke it, loving the feel of your fluids drenching his flesh. He moaned, you moaned; Morax growled and gave you a sharper thrust, yanking your attention back to him with a yelp of pleasure.
Unable to focus on Krom’s kiss as Morax kicked up his speed, the former gave another annoyed growl, then dropped his head lower to lap at your breasts. He was a mixture of sloppy, focused and ravenous as he laved them with his tongue, sucking on them as best he could around his tusks.
Your body rocked with each thrust Morax gave you, his flesh slapping against your. Every last pound had bursts of pleasure exploding inside you, stirring up your heart, making you clench on him.
But Krom wasn’t going to let him win. He wasn’t going to let him bring you to orgasm so quickly.
He watched you as you moaned and bucked into Morax, your hand never pausing its stroking and squeezing of his throbbing manhood, until he saw you starting to crest. Then, rearing up, he shoved Morax back from you, making the other orc stumble and catch himself — and depriving you of the delicious cock that had been so damn close to finishing you off.
You whined, growing increasingly aggravated by the continued fighting, but didn’t have to wait long. Krom moved quickly; while Morax was still finding his footing again Krom twisted you around, pinning you on your front, and settled over you. A single prod of his crown was your only warning before he sank into you all over again, both of you giving heady groans as you came together again.
He wasted no time giving it to you good, quicker and harder than Morax had — like he’d been assessing the situation the way a warrior ought to and decided to do better than him.
You were happy to have it, each sharp plap against your backside heralding another shot of pure ecstasy inside you. It was making you so damn hot, like your skin was on fire, and you did your best to arch your back for him and brace your knees to accept every inch of his gifted cock.
He gave it without hesitation, going balls-deep. It was so good and you were so caught up in it that you didn’t notice Morax approaching until you felt four hands moving you, bringing you up on your hands and knees. Then a hand angled your chin — and another cock slid inside your mouth.
You moaned in pleasure, tasting yourself on his slick, velvety green flesh, and began sucking ravenously at him. The shout Morax gave said he very much appreciated it.
Being taken from both ends like this was a whole other kind of pleasure, keeping you panting, shuddering, and moaning. Your mind was going completely blank, and it only grew worse when they went back to battling via stroking your body.
Their big, warm, rough hands stroked your breasts, pet your back, palmed your rear. You had no idea whose was whose and didn’t care; their competition was their own concern, you were just happy as a lark to be the recipient of it.
You were so close after all this and Krom was clearly trying to get you there, his thrusts only growing more firm and insistent with each one.
And then Morax pulled out of your mouth, growling, and tried to wrestle Krom off you, clearly wanting to be the one to actually make you come. Krom had to stop to fend off Morax, and you gave a disgruntled noise of your own, crawling away from them.
They were locked in a show of strength, hands interlocked as they were trying to push the other one back, and you’ve had enough.
“Stop it!” you shout. “Both of you!”
They pause, breaking away with lingering snarls at each other, but then they’re both caught in a stalemate. They both want to breed you, their cocks throbbing visibly from the desire, but they know whoever moves first will just get tackled.
Annoyed, you reach out and grab Morax by the arm. “You — get on your back, right now,” you order.
He follows your direction with visible confusion while Krom growls, watching impatiently, waiting to see where this was going. Once Morax is on his back and settled, you straddle him. He gets it, then, and his hands grip your hips to steady you as you sink down on his cock.
Moaning, your body writhes as you take him in all the way to the base, shuddering with pleasure once he’s there. A little breathless, you look over your shoulder at Krom, directing, “Now — you, get inside me. You can share.”
Krom looks startled for a second, and then his expression darkens with lust and he gets into position behind you. You brace your hands on Morax as he waits, his cock throbbing inside you, angling your hips to allow Krom to enter your backside.
But he doesn’t.
To your surprise, he doesn’t aim for your ass — he aims for your pussy. You feel a flicker of shock and trepidation; they’re both so thick you can’t imagine this being easy, but before you can even shout for him to stop, his crown sinks into you, stretching your pussy wider.
A cry is torn from you, your body jolting and your throat closing from the sheer intensity of it all. Krom gives little, prodding thrusts, working his way into your pussy along with Morax, and somewhere outside of yourself, you understand.
He’d mistook your directive, but in a way that made sense to him. They were fighting to breed you, so of course, this was the compromise that made the most sense to them.
The stretch burned like nothing else you’d ever felt, even with how slick you were from their attentions thus far. But there was also an incredible rush of pleasure, far more intense than what you’d received before now. Your eyelids flutter and and eyes roll back in your skull as the pleasure robs you of your faculties, your body spasming with every inch Krom gains inside you.
He’s only halfway inside, his strokes growing longer as he works himself in, when you have your first orgasm. Aggressive, deep groans escape you as you shudder and shake uncontrollably, collapsing onto Morax’s broad chest as the pleasure swamps your mind. Both of your lovers grunt and growl at the feeling of your pussy massaging and squeezing them, but they hold on, refusing to seed you just yet.
Your body is limp and oversensitive as the pleasure abates, rocking against Morax as Krom continues working his way inside you. You can breathe again, thankfully, but the pleasure is ensuring that your noises are limited to grunts, groans, moans — and screams of rapture.
Then, when Krom sinks all the way inside and you can feel his pelvis against your backside, both of them start to move.
It’s slow at first. They’re clearly watching you, reading your reactions, ensuring that they don’t hurt you with their dual thick cocks stretching you. And, as they see you moaning and convulsing with pleasure, losing yourself in it, they start to speed up, taking you faster and harder.
You’re caught in a vortex of raw pleasure, your body a vessel for their sexual appetites and receptacle of their passions. You come twice more as they just work out a good pace and rhythm with each other, discovering along the way that you react best when they fuck you just a little out of sync with each other, keeping your walls stretched wide while letting you feel their crowns smacking into your cervix individually.
Their grunts are getting more aggressive as they get into it, the smack of their bodies against yours echoing in the room. You can only lay there and take it, already exhausted and so well-pleasured you doubt you’ll ever need to orgasm again.
Morax’s heartbeat is against your ear and it lets your know he’s at the edge right before he snarls loudly, his cock surging and throbbing inside you as he jets his cum into you. He holds himself fully inside you as he seeds you, his body convulsing in time with his cum flooding you, and you hear Krom give a roar as he starts to come, too.
The sensation of both of their monster cocks filling you at the same time throws you into a final, all-consuming orgasm. You utterly shatter for them, wracked with tremors, squirting from the pleasure and jolting uncontrollably.
You don’t know how long it continues. You’re caught in such an intense tidal wave of ecstasy that you can’t focus like that. The only thing you’re aware of is your body quaking with pleasure, the two cocks pumping huge loads into you, and the big, heavy bodies above and below you.
More of their cum ends up outside of you than inside, their output so generous that they’re still going long after they’ve flooded your womb and channel with their seed. You can feel it gushing out of you, pouring over Morax’s groin and sticking to your spread thighs.
Then, with a heaving breath, Krom pulls out of you and flops over on his back, panting. Morax is panting, too, and you feel his cock slip out of you as it soften, shrinking significantly now that he’d successfully seeded you. His huge hand strokes your hair as if gentling you back down to Earth, and it helps you relax in the aftermath of that incredible explosion.
At length, Krom says heavily, “Good idea… to share.”
You give a weak chuckle, too tired to move.
With a grunt, Morax agrees, “This… much better than fighting.”
You grin at his comment. It says something that he can’t quite speak fully coherently, though you know very well that he can. Both men speak fluent English without trouble. He’s just so blissed out that he can’t fully speak his thoughts.
You wet your lips and weakly murmur, “I need… a nap. Then… a little later… we can try again… make sure it takes.”
Both men groan, clearly loving that idea.
“Rest,” Morax tells you, stroking your back. “We will seed you again after you wake.”
“With pleasure,” Krom agrees. You can hear the grin on his face.
You gladly let yourself sleep like that, splayed over Morax’s chest with his hands petting you, your cunt completely flooded with both men’s cum.
Imagine an alien creature that’s been bred to create and care for human livestock escaping its facility and wandering into the area you’re currently exploring. Unfortunately for you, you’re just the type of human it’s so used to turning into little breeding machines and so it immediately pounces on you. Almost like you’re the one that got out and now it’s here to put you in your place. That place being your hands and knees as it climbs over you and lets its tentacles reach out of its body to fasten you against it; wrapping around tight to bind the back of your legs to the front of its and your arms to the side of its arms.
A tentacle in the shape of a mask comes over half of your face and from within, another dripping tentacle shoves into your mouth and floods it with a strange substance at the same time two hungry pumps attach to your chest. Puffing it up and sucking at your nipples aggressively till you suddenly start producing milk. You whine around the messy tentacle in your mouth, your body beginning to feel soft, strange, and now naked.
From behind, you can hear the slick sound of the thing’s cock pushing out from the sheath. Your eyes widen and you shake your head as the flared tip meets with your entrance and forces its way in, the girth barely fitting. It thrusts at a fast n’ hard pace like everything else happening to you, grunting while its full, heavy, balls smack against you, hard at work. You’re turning out to be a good, healthy, candidate ready for an alien brood.
The great, big, cock inside of you swells and feels even heavier before pumping out a fat, hot, load of seed. You grimace and cum around them, eyes rolling back as you can barely breathe while it’s filling you right up. Your stomach rounds and rounds and your chest gushes with milk. Turning you from an accomplished explorer into the perfect breeding mare.
With you still muffled, it can hear your mm’s! that sound an awful lot like moo’s and deems you as livestock. It takes you back to the facility to join the rest of the human cattle where the farmhands will be more than happy to have their run-away stud back as well as a new breeder.
Seeking out a satyr bacchanalia. Stripping yourself bare in front of them so they know what you came for.
Seating yourself on a brown skinned satyr’s lap, his black body hair soft against your thighs. You squirm with rising desire as you watch an olive-skinned satyr fuck the face of a pale, light haired satyr, both of them outlined in the glow of the fire. The satyr behind you presses kisses across your shoulders and neck, his hands cupping your chest and pinching your nipples.
You spread your legs wider as you grow wet, and the brown-skinned satyr drops one hand from your chest to trace across your cunt lips and massage your clit. He sucks his wet fingers into his mouth, and hums with pleasure. “Better than wine or honey,” he says. His erection presses hard and eager against your back.
The olive-skinned satyr is watching you, and you see the moment he comes – his mouth a round ‘O’ of pleasure, his chest heaving. He pulls his partner to his feet after and pushes him towards you. “Kiss him,” he says to you, and smiles.
The fair-haired satyr bends down, pinches your jaw open with one hand, and feeds the cum on his tongue into your mouth, and you swallow. Your body heats and your nerves tingle. You realise that satyr’s cum must be a kind of aphrodisiac to humans. The satyr in front of you rises. Your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock, leaking with pre-cum.
On your hands and knees, you take the dick of the fair-haired satyr into your mouth and suck hard and desperate. He moans and slides his fingers into your hair. The satyr behind you glides his cock across your dripping cunt lips but then pushes your thighs together to rut between your thighs, with rough, hard thrusts that push your mouth to the root of the other satyr’s dick until he spurts down your throat, and you swallow. The satyr behind you pulls back from between your thighs and spatters ropes of cum across your back.
Your legs and arms give way. You are turned over and your cunt tasted. Your hands grip on horns and push the satyr’s face tight against your pussy, and grind against it until you come shaking.
Another satyr grasps at the meat of your thigh and pulls it up so he can watch as he pumps fingers into your sopping wet hole. You come again and again on tongues, on fingers, on the sensation of your nipples being bit and sucked by two different mouths.
Your eyes close, lost in pleasure. You feel orgasm drunk, but still wanting, waiting to be rammed into by a fat, drooling cock and filled with cum.
The hands eventually leave you, and you open your eyes to see the satyr’s leader in front of you, a golden circlet of leaves on his head. He is broad and the cock that he is pumping lazily with one hand is thick and veined. He folds your legs back and slams his cock into you with one hard push. Even though your cunt is dripping, you can feel your walls spasm at the stretch. Without giving you a moment to adjust to his size, he begins to fuck roughly into you, and you pull him closer with your arms to hang on. He presses his teeth into your neck as he orgasms. You feel cum slicking your insides as he keeps pumping into you until you come one last time, and your mind goes blank.
hypnotising a prince to feel aroused and dumb every time he hears the words ‘your majesty’, ‘your grace’, or ‘your highness’
setting the trigger into effect at a ball, where all of his court and subjects have to greet him with his title. he sits on his throne in beautiful lavish attire, regal and generously welcoming all his guests to the event. but his loyal knight can see the sweat on his brow, the way he’s panting and biting his lip, and how fidgety he is, pressing his legs together with every moment he isn’t greeting a court member
“are you doing alright, your majesty?” the knight asks.
the prince almost bucks in his seat and makes a tiny whimper. “i… yes. i’m perfectly fine. thank you for the concern, sir.”
the formalities keep going, and the prince finds it harder and harder to focus, his head swimming and warm. he keeps his script going, welcoming every guest into the palace and inviting them to partake in the festivities, but he’s squirming in his seat when he thinks no one will notice, and his eyes keep flicking to all of his male guest’s cocks…
the final guest, a king from an allied kingdom. he is broad and handsome, and finely dressed. ‘your majesty.’ he smiles with all the charm in the world.
the prince moans, and the ballroom goes silent. he claps his hand over his face, bright red, all decorum vanished. he lets out a polite cough, before returning to his script and inviting the king to the festivities. with a curious look, the king nods and moves to the dancefloor. the guests go back to their conversation, gossiping about the king’s rumoured… size.
with formalities done, the prince quickly scrambles to an adjacent room, trying to calm himself. he stares into a mirror and sees he is flushed, pupils blown, lips swollen, and hair mussed. he smoothes it out and tries to ignore his sensitive chest and growing wetness between his legs, taking a deep breath before holding his head high and joining into the festivities.
the neighbouring king is in the centre of the palace dancefloor, politely chatting to some court members, but he looks over to the prince with a smile as he walks over. ‘your majesty.’
the prince squeaks as heat pulses between his legs and his head swims, but he hides it with a cough. he gives a quick bow, not thinking about how much he wants to be bent over… ‘your highness. i wanted to ask your forgiveness for my lack of decorum upon your arrival. i hope i have not offended you.’
the king’s smile broadens, and the prince melts. ‘not at all, your highness. i found it rather… endearing.’ he swears he sees his eyes flick downwards.
‘right.’ the prince says. he feels dazed, and he can’t pull his eyes from the king’s lips, framed by a handsome beard. ‘um-’
‘your majesty,’ the king says, seemingly ignoring the gasp from the prince, ‘could i have this dance?’ he holds out a calloused hand, rough from all his many battles, and the prince, buzzing with arousal and confusion, takes his hand and they move to the dancefloor.
‘i must say, your majesty, the tales do not do justice to your handsome visage.’ the king murmurs as they circle each other, a hand raised each to connect their palms.
‘huh?’ the prince says dumbly, the spinning and the heat between his legs, pulsing once again at the sound of his title, turning his thoughts fuzzy and incoherent.
‘here, your highness,’ the king brings the prince to his chest, scandalously close as they continue to turn. ‘i know it’s hard to think, isn’t it, your grace?’
‘mmm… yes…’ the prince mumbles, then sobers for a second and looks up. ‘wait… how did you…?’
the king gives him a devious smile. ‘i see my advisor found you, your highness.’
the prince bites back a soft moan and the king laughs and holds him closer to his chest.
‘that’s right, your majesty. every time you hear your title. prince… highness… majesty…’ every title the king whispers is punctuated by a moan, and he sneaks a hand under the prince’s fineries to tease his chest, drawing out another whine. ‘you get a little bit more aroused between what i’m sure are beautiful legs, and it gets a little harder to think in that pretty head.’
the rest of the dance floor are sneaking glances at them, and the prince straightens to try and keep up appearances, despite practically clinging to the king as he gropes his chest. ‘w-why… i don’t…’
‘i heard all the tales about the beautiful prince in the nearby kingdom, and, well, i suppose i could have met you, courted you, perhaps even offered a marriage proposal… and that might come in good time, your highness.’ he places a kiss on the shuddering prince’s head, stroking his hair. ‘but i thought about such a beautiful, handsome prince, begging for me like a slut, and i couldn’t resist.’
he spins the prince around, laughing as he wobbles on confused and aroused legs. the prince, despite everything, curls back into the king’s broad chest, bucking his hips into him.
‘oh, good boy.’ the king purrs. ‘i bet you’re soaked, aren’t you, highness? hard and desperate between your legs, and completely empty between your ears, aren’t you?’
the prince stares up at the king, crown and wide eyes glittering. he nods and a deep, quiet, drawn out moan escapes his mouth.
‘you want my cock, don’t you?’ the king smiles as the prince nods desperately. ‘i bet i could bend you over right here like a cheap whore and fuck you in front of all your court. the powerful, handsome prince, reduced to a drooling, moaning mess bouncing on my cock. i bet i could get you to beg for that too, to ruin your reputation and have you, the proud prince of your kingdom on his knees, begging to suck a king’s cock. they’d never see you as anything but a cockdrunk whore again.’
the prince whimpers and finds his words, ‘f-fuck… i can’t… but…’ he whines. ‘fuck. fuck i need you to fuck me. i don’t care where you fuck me, i don’t care if anyone sees, i need your cock, please!’
‘so good for me, your majesty.’ the king growls. he turns the prince around and whispers in his ear. ‘take us to a private room, your highness. i’ll save your reputation and fuck you somewhere private, sweetheart.’
you happen to fall in the path of a succubus looking for the perfect human fill for the night.
it had been following you for a while before you were aware of it, as you were making your way through the darkening woods. cock already throbbing at the soft frame of your body and the innocent aloof look in your eyes, so delicious and nutritious once seduced and corrupted to its needs, the demon steps in your path and wastes no time approaching and pushing you up against the trunk of the closest oak tree.
its gaze on you is determined and oozing heavy with lust. you can’t help but stare back, immediately feeling the disarming weight of the piercing eyes having their intended effect. the creature's pupils dilate dangerously as it crowds over you, leaning closer, and darts out its long forked tongue to lick across your flushed cheek. while doing so it yanks at your shirt, effectively snapping open the buttoned front, and with the exposed access it grabs a possessive hold of your tits. rolling your fast-hardening nipples between hot fingertips, its eyes drop from your hazy eyes onto your parting lips as you gasp out a breathless moan. a jolt of heat shoots down your abdomen and between your thighs. your back arches, your cunt twitches helplessly, concerningly fast to react like that.
rubbing against the bare skin of your stomach, the demon's cock is already leaking as the creature looks at you writhing. the shaft is massive, ridged, and it curves up, and somewhere at the back of your mind you can feel a tiny concern about how it's going to fit in without destroying you into oblivion. the demon must see that fleeting flash of fear spark cross your face, and there's a playful glint in its eyes. it licks another slow stripe below your year, and grins triumphantly when your slack mouth trembles with a whimper and your hips sway wantonly, any fears stifled by your uncontrollable need to be stuffed full of that monster cock right now.
the demon has no interest in drawing this out, and the next thing you know is being swiftly freed from your bottoms with a fast rip of cloth. you could not care less about it, not now when you're being lifted up with your thighs supported by strong monstrous arms, your cunt spread open, empty and pulsating, glistening and ready to be rammed the fuck into.
pressing you back against the tree and folding your knees up and wide, the demon does just that. splitting you open, stretching you wide, and you can hear yourself cry out in equal amounts of pleasure and pain, whimpering and gasping in sync with the creature fucking into you with intense hip thrusts until it finally bottoms out, and you sigh with a stuttering moan.
eyes glowing with heat and lust of its own, the demon lets its gaze roam over you, from your transfixed eyes to your open mouth, down your heaving chest to the bulge of its cock moving up and down your abdomen as it pumps up into you with rolling hips, punching a noise out of your throat at each stretch at your hole. the ridged shaft rubs against your walls, the curve of it hitting the right spot at the front perfectly, and an impending orgasm is quickly curling up in your core. but something about the demeanor of the creature is telling you that it won't be over that soon. seeing you approaching the edge, it keeps up the pace, just slightly canting its hips to drive its hot tip further into where you need it, and it stutters its own hips from the jolt of energy that releases from you when you cum, screaming out, clenching around the monster's cock. you're crying from the tight squeeze, but the demon is not letting up. it keeps making you ride it out until you're just a heaving mess, skin flushed all over, and unbelievably still pulsating and needy for more.
you want more, and want it bad, but your body feels like a marionette with the strings cut. the demon flashes its sharp teeth at you in mischief, looking like it has you right where it wants you. pulling out, its cock still standing hard and throbbing, it maneuvers you around, bending you over a giant trunk of a fallen tree. slipping its hands under you, one grabbing on your tits again, the other giving your clit a rub while also lifting your hips up, it gives you no other warning before impaling your cunt once more.
already so spent, you take it in easier now, but only by so much. sensitive and still raw from being made to cum for so long just a moment ago, it's almost too much, but you need it, and there's nothing you can do but take it, pliant like a rag doll, moaning against your own arm resting on the tree trunk. keeping one hand in place to play with your nipples, driving you closer and closer to the edge again, the demon brings its other hand to cup your chin. it pinches your jaw to make you open wider, and slips two fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. humming around them you can feel the vibration travel down your neck and your chest, where it's met with the creature's cock rubbing up deep inside your abused cunt.
the sensation of being stuffed so full from two ends is overwhelming, your entire body and mind lost in it, and now you're cumming again, just as hard and before, and you would scream if you could, if you had it in you, but the only thing you can muster is a sobbing whimper around the fingers on your tongue. you're not sure if it's that show of defeat or the burst of energy, however pathetic, that releases from you when you cum like that, but the succubus has clearly received what it was after. in your own blinding haze you can feel it shooting its load inside you. thick, heavy spurts of hot cum pumping in as it rides its high, its cock throbbing against your cunt until the very last drop.
waking up to something filling me. It’s sizeable, but nothing I can’t deal with. Putting my hands to my cunt, trying to figure out whats going on and feeling, but not seeing something inside me. Slowly it starts to move until its pounding me into the bed, but when i reach down to rub my cunt, a hand cracks against my face and stops its movement inside of me. I wait for it to start up again, but it doesn’t so I get ready for work.
In the shower, the something inside me grows a little bigger, as hands begin groping my chest, leaving me moaning for more. I reach down to rub my cunt, but once again a hand cracks against my face and the hands leave my tits alone, leaving me with a slightly bigger dick inside me. I groan at the frustration but finish getting ready for work.
At work, I’m talking to a coworker when the something gets bigger again. I excuse myself to my cubicle just as a feel something sliding into my asshole. Both somethings began pumping in and out of me, leaving me to rock my hips against my chair. Reaching to rub my cunt, desperate to cum, but I’m slapped again and the pounding stops. Tears well in my eyes, but I keep rocking trying to get more stimulation, but something slides over my clit and I don’t feel anything anymore.
At home, I strip and the pounding begins right away. I fall to the floor face down, ass up, drooling as I’m pounded so good. I know now not to touch, so instead I beg. Beg for more, harder and faster and to please let me cum.
I’m nudged to the couch arm and my legs are spread over each side. The pounding resumes, harder than before. There’s something expanding inside of my ass and cunt and I began rutting against the couch arm. I move my hips back and forth, chasing my pleasure when hands grope around my tits pulling and squeezing and pinching. Moaning and begging, when I feel my release building up, the pounding speeds up and hands slap at my body. My ass, my cunt, my tits and face jiggle with the force of each slap. A hard slap to the face is what sends me over, and i cum long and hard
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